Sienna catches her husband, Marcus cheating on her with her best friend on their wedding anniversary and he demands a divorce, blaming her for her childlessness. Barely 24 hours after, she is confirmed pregnant but she decides to move to a new city and start her life afresh. She faces a lot of struggles working as a secretary in a multi-billionaire record label. She gets offered a contract by the CEO for her to be his fake wife for public appearances and they agree that it would be strictly business with no strings attached. But as time goes on, they both start to fall for each other, but what happens when her ex-husband comes crawling back?
View MoreMy heart thumped as I walked up the stairs. I was certain the panties and bra, as well as the dress lying on the floor of our living room, weren't mine. My anxiety was over the roof, I walked quietly to the bedroom and pushed the door open. It was at that moment my heart sank to my stomach, the world paused for a second and I couldn't control the tears that flowed freely from my eyes.
“Marcus, how can you do this to me?”I yelled in tears and that was when I noticed the lady he was in bed with was my best friend, Camilla. I felt the air suffocating me and I couldn't control the burst of anger that overwhelmed me.
“Camilla, you snake!”I screamed and began to throw things at them on the bed. Everything my eyes came in contact with, I picked up and threw it at them. Camilla tucked herself underneath the duvet and Marcus hurriedly came to hold me down.
“Are you crazy, Sienna?”he asked, holding my arms tightly.
“Do you want to get us injured?”he asked.
I couldn't believe it, my husband was having an affair with my best friend and yet it was I who seemed crazy?
“You're a mess Sienna, your life is messed up, I can't deal with you anymore. We've been married for five solid years and yet no child, it's driving me crazy”, he yelled and punched the wall.
“Sometimes I wonder what the problem is, but I'm certain it's not me, Sienna. You are the problem, go and fix yourself somewhere else but I can't do this anymore. What's a marriage without babies?”. Marcus's words pierced through every corner of my heart. I knew our childlessness was disturbing but he always assured me that he would be patient until God decides to bless us with our own child, yet here he was venting at me. Tears continued to flow effortlessly down my cheeks.
“I want a divorce”, Marcus said, staring at me from across the room.
I was struck. “You can't be serious about this, Marcus. After everything we've been through? After giving up my family for you? You want to give up the nine years we've shared together just like that?”, I asked in disbelief, hoping to hear him say he didn't mean what he said, but it was inevitably clear that his mind was made up.
“My lawyer has prepared the divorce papers already, all I need is for you to sign them”, Marcus said, pulling out some documents from the drawer beside the bed. He walked up to me with a pen in his hand and my life flashed before my eyes.
“Don't make this difficult for both of us. Here you go”, he said, handing the papers over to me with the pen. I was still in awe and Camilla’s smile was more salt to my wound. I took the papers from him and signed on everywhere he asked me to after carefully reading through.
“You can come back to pick up your stuff, but you'll have to excuse us for now”, Marcus said, going back to Camilla on the bed.
“One more thing. Camilla here is pregnant for me, she's going to be the mother of my child soon. I hope this clears your doubts and prove that you're the problem, not me” Marcus said with a smirk on his face
That was the last straw that broke the camel's back. I burst into a loud cry and ran off away from the house. I ran as fast as I could, crying and sniffling. I had no idea where I was going but I just knew I wanted to be away, far away from all of this. I finally stopped when I ran out of breath. I couldn't help but cry some more, my whole life had been destroyed.
I called my friend, Jess and she immediately came to pick me up when she heard me crying on the phone. Even she couldn't believe that Camilla would do something like that but I couldn't kill myself. Life had to go on. I stayed up all night, vomiting and crying and I felt sick as hell. Jess had to take me to the hospital the next morning even after I convinced her it was nothing to worry about, I was just going through a lot of stress. The doctor ran some general checks, I was sent to the lab for some tests and an hour later when the results were out, I was confirmed pregnant.
Like I hadn't been through enough in the past 24 hours. I was really excited about the pregnancy, Jess was even more excited for me but considering the circumstances between Marcus and I, I had to make up my mind. He made his choice already and I respected that. I decided I'd move to a new city and have a fresh start for my baby and I. I made Jess promise me that she wouldn't tell anyone about the pregnancy, especially not Marcus or Camilla. I just wanted to be away from all that drama and heal so I could be a good parent to my child regardless and Jess respected my decision. I made some reservations online for a hotel in California and also made contact with some housing agency so I could get a house there. I was assured that in less than a week I'd get a place that suited my preferences and budget. And that was it, my mind was made up, I also contacted a towing company to get my things from Marcus's house and move them to me in California and in less than 48 hours, I was on my flight to California.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We're beginning our descent into Los Angeles International Airport. We're currently 8 minutes away from touchdown…” the pilot's announcement cut through my daydream.
It was all so overwhelming for me, just two days ago, I had planned the most romantic dinner to celebrate I and Marcus's fifth wedding anniversary and it all turned into my worst nightmare and here I was, Pregnant, Divorced, betrayed by myself best friend, completely without any family and I was starting my life afresh.
I had a meeting scheduled with my lawyer the next day. The first court hearing was in two weeks and we needed to get things straight before then. As I walked into Mr Lawson's office, I felt the walls closing in on me. The smell of expensive leather chairs, the cold, the serene but exquisite decor, and the way the lawyer was sitting across from me with his laptop in front of him, all made the room feel too big and too small at the same time. It felt like I was suffocating, and I had only just stepped into the battle.The lawyer, Mr. Lawson, was experienced—no doubt about that. He had worked on plenty of custody cases, but I wasn’t sure he understood what this one meant to me. He didn’t know the way Marcus had broken me and yet still had the audacity to come back and try to take my daughter from me.As I explained my ordeal with Marcus to Mr Lawson, I couldn't control myself from having a breakdown. It was all too much. Everything I had been through with Marcus was just one chapter aft
For the next few days, I couldn't rest. My mind was a storm. Sleep had become a stranger to me and all I could think of was how to protect my daughter. I sat at the kitchen counter, Abigail’s bunny mug still sitting in front of me, half-full with juice that had long gone warm. She hadn't woken up from her nap, and the silence of the apartment made everything louder in my head. The echo of Marcus’ words, the threats, the betrayal.He wanted custody of Abigail.Just thinking about it again made me feel sick to my stomach . How could he even say that? What kind of delusion did you have to live in to think you were fit to take her away from me? After everything. After throwing me out like some worthless piece of shit, after being absent for practically almost the entirety of her life, he had the audacity to act like he deserved any of this.No he didn’t. He didn’t deserve her. He didn’t even fucking deserve to be called a father.I blinked back tears as I scrolled through the list of fam
I didn’t sleep much last night. I couldn't even sleep at all. My face was swollen and sore, but the ache in my heart was worse. It was deeper and relentless, like fire burning in the wind. I kept replaying the incident of the previous night over and over again. His hand, his voice, his anger, the sharp sting, the disbelief in my own eyes when I saw him standing there afterward, how he almost looked shocked himself, like he hadn’t fully registered what he had done, but he had and so had I.The silence in the apartment this morning was heavy. Abigail was still asleep, covered up in her blanket, unaware of the storm that had just begun in her mother’s world. I moved around quietly, unsure of what to do with myself. I wiped the same spot on the kitchen counter for nearly ten minutes before realizing my hand was shaking.I wasn't going to cry again. I was done crying over Marcus. He had crossed a line I didn’t even think he was capable of crossing. No matter how bad things had gotten betw
Weeks had gone by since Marcus had snapped at me, and in that time, I noticed something shifting again. It was low-key, but present. He was trying. Or at least, that’s what I kept telling myself.He started coming home a bit earlier, offered to make coffee in the mornings, and even spent more time with Abigail. He would take her on walks and play with her, she was even bonding really well with him. When I got caught up folding laundry late into the night, he actually took over and told me to rest. It was small, but I saw the effort and I clung to it like a lifeline.Maybe he was feeling guilty, maybe he realized he crossed a line, or maybe, just maybe, he was beginning to understand the weight of being a father and leaning into embracing it. Whatever it was, I allowed myself a thread of hope. I wanted to believe in change.One evening, after Abigail had gone to sleep, I found myself sitting with Marcus on the balcony. The air was calm, cooler than usual, and the city lights shone from
Three days had passed since that heated outburst with Matcus. Three full days of echoing silence, of holding Abigail in my arms while my mind recapped over Marcus’s words, his tone, his expression—everything. I kept replaying it like some haunting Instagram reel I couldn’t turn off, trying to pause at different frames to find meaning. What did I do wrong? Did I say something to trigger him? Did I push too hard or ask too much?I sat in the corner of my bedroom, wrapped in my robe. The morning sun was shining extremely bright through the curtains. Abigail was sleeping peacefully beside me, her little chest rose and fell with quiet, content breaths. At least she was fine. At least she didn’t understand any of this yet.But me? I was exhausted.Not physically, emotionally. I had been through so much, and yet I still hadn’t hardened. I still let myself hope. I still let my heart believe that Marcus had changed and that we could make this work. That the little family I’d pictured late at n
It had been a little over a week since I gave Marcus the money. One million dollars.Sometimes I still couldn’t believe I actually did that. Not because I regretted it, but because it felt unreal. Like I’d just transferred that kind of money to the man who once walked away from me like I was nothing. But then, when it came to Abigail’s safety, there was no price too high. There never would be.That night, after I gave him the money, he cried. Not like loud, dramatic sobs, but that silent, broken kind of cry that feels too heavy for sound. I held him. I told him it was okay. He kept whispering “thank you” over and over again like it was the only thing he had left in him.I believed him when he said it was all going to be okay now. And for a few days, it actually was.The peace that followed was nothing but satisfying. No unknown numbers calling at 1AM. No nightmares of someone hurting our daughter. It felt like I could finally breathe again.But peace can be deceptive. It can trick you
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